The clarity of your breath lightens, inflames my lips of a thousand moonless nights.
I want to kiss you while Spring is here. I want anguish and ice to melt.
in my mind a kiss takes form. at first it flows with a murmur,
ferments and I feel a river with mighty waterfalls..
a river snaking through a jungle of sensations
with margins velveted by moss and blue grass..

ah, what a kiss!

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I am so in love with you! I feel it, I taste it, and say it as a herald of Love would! So in love with you, with your sugar coated skin of many naked nights! comparing you to a flower, to a rubi, to a queen, is absurd! I look at you with all my senses in a vertical mood. ***** to be seen. with the flag close to the sun.
And if I sing, if the soul rises above clouds, if the wind comes with its flutes and mandolins, I will be carving the air, the air!
a monument to your beauty!

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yes
I believe that some words have a scent
of their own.

lips are petals?

yes! your lips are petals of a song!
your lips
that turn dusk into dawn.


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I feel borrowed from water, earth, air and fire.
my roots spread in the way of the plow. ruin follow stem, corolla and perfume.
whirlwind of murderous steel will come upon.
skeletons of tomorrow will carry my pale colours on their shoulders, as crows carry on their plumage the last grains of day into the night.
there's a marble garden waiting, stained with the faeces of time.
there's no time for tears. only the rain is so kind as to refresh the countenance of solitary graves.

(Luis R Santos)

your lips disturb.
often they wince and form the bud
of a nameless flower.
crowned by a veil of luxury they threaten to blossom
at the slightest touch.
what a delight to see them tremble like poppies
when blown by the breezes of my gaze!
your lips tinted with the most succulent red.
sculptors of endless kisses.
your lips steeped in mysteries.

(Luis R Santos)